Poems on John Lennon Seeking Friendly Advice

Who were you, really,    
back then,        
before you were Ono.        
       
It was well known        
what you’d been born into.        
A family of strong women.        
       
The aunties, sisters bonded        
stronger than any men were        
even from the Mersey docks.        
       
Julia was the wild one;        
seashell eyes, windy smile.        
No, that was Yoko;        
we’re not going there.        
       
Art student, played Skiffle,        
worshiped Mr Hips...

I cannot be completely true
Of being twins, not Si'amese
We're not connected at the toe
My sibling mate, his brother I.

And being sold by auctioneer
I can't recall if we're mismatched
Perhaps the other leather boot
Was owned & worn by Harrison.
 
And if that's so as orphaned pair
We walked through life while two men lived
And entertained the world around
Till fashion changed to other shoes.
 
And while those years were very good
With music, lights, on stage to dance
I got to watch and...